"I cannot do that. This wand represents my wealth, which is itself a tangible result of my achievements. Wealth is the product of man's capacity to think," Harry said bravely.

Voldemort gasped.

"There is a level of cowardice lower than that of the conformist: the fashionable non-conformist."

Voldemort began to melt. Harry lit a cigarette, because he was the master of fire.

"The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities. The minimum wage is a tax on the successful. The market will naturally dictate the minimum wage without the government stepping in to determine arbitrary limits."

Voldemort howled.

"I'm going to sell copies of my wand at an enormous markup," Harry said, "and you can buy one like everyone else."

Voldemort had been defeated.

"He hated us for our freedom," Ron said.

"No, Ron," Harry said. "He hated us for our free markets."

Hermione ached with desire for the both of them to master her, but nobody paid her any attention. They had empires to build.